The Turk with a most mighty preparation 570makes for Cyprus. Othello, the fortitude of the place is 571best known to you, and though we have there a 572substitute of most allowed sufficiency, yet opinion, a more 573sovereign mistress of effects, throws a more safer 574voice on you. You must therefore be content to slubber 575the gloss of your new fortunes with this more 576stubborn and boisterous expedition.

Oh, villainous! I have looked upon the world 665for four times seven years, and, since I could distinguish 666betwixt a benefit and an injury, I never found man that 667knew how to love himself. Ere I would say I would 668drown myself for the love of a guinea-hen, I would 669change my humanity with a baboon.

Virtue? A fig! 'Tis in ourselves that we are 673thus or thus. Our bodies are our gardens to the which 674our wills are gardeners, so that if we will plant 675nettles or sow lettuce, set hyssop and weed up thyme, 676supply it with one gender of herbs or distract it with 677many, either to have it sterile with idleness or 678manured with industry--why, the power and corrigible 679authority of this lies in our wills. If the beam of our lives 680had not one scale of reason to poise another of 681sensuality, the blood and baseness of our natures would 682conduct us to most preposterous conclusions. But we 683have reason to cool our raging motions, our carnal 684stings, our unbitted lusts--whereof I take this that you 685call love to be a sect or scion.

It is merely a lust of the blood and a permission 688of the will. Come, be a man! Drown thyself? Drown 689cats and blind puppies. I have professed me thy friend, 690and I confess me knit to thy deserving with cables of 691perdurable toughness. I could never better stead thee 692than now. Put money in thy purse. Follow thou the 693wars; defeat thy favor with an usurped beard. I say, 694put money in thy purse. It cannot be long that Desdemona 695should continue her love to the Moor--put money in 696thy purse--nor he his to her. It was a violent 697commencement in her, and thou shalt see an answerable 698sequestration--put but money in thy purse. These Moors 699are changeable in their wills--fill thy purse with money. 700The food that to him now is as luscious as locusts 701shall be to him shortly as acerb as coloquintida. She 702must change for youth; when she is sated with his body, 703she will find the errors of her choice. Therefore, put 704money in thy purse. If thou wilt needs damn thyself, do 705it a more delicate way than drowning. Make all the 706money thou canst. If sanctimony and a frail vow 707betwixt an erring barbarian and a super-subtle Venetian be 708not too hard for my wits and all the tribe of hell, thou 709shalt enjoy her. Therefore make money. A pox of 710drowning thyself. It is clean out of the way. Seek thou 711rather to be hanged in compassing thy joy than to be 712drowned and go without her.

Thou art sure of me--go, make money--I have 716told thee often, and I retell thee again and again: I 717hate the Moor. My cause is hearted; thine hath no less 718reason. Let us be conjunctive in our revenge against 719him. If thou canst cuckold him, thou dost thyself a 720pleasure, me a sport. There are many events in the 721womb of time which will be delivered. Traverse, go, 722provide thy money. We will have more of this 723tomorrow. Adieu.